Bird rage
I never feel my week has truly started until I’ve been repeatedly told to fuck off by an angry stranger. …
I Like Lists
I like chocolate. I really like chocolate. I like, and I think I’ve said this before, letting a square of …
The Sound of Silence
The week has passed noisily. Mahler, Shostakovich, life. I am on a bus. The woman next to me is, inevitably, …
Reasons to be cheerful
The week has passed as if it were five minutes, leaving many tasks, and even sentences, unfini In times of …
Autumn, valour and human leg slalom
The week has passed autumnally. Yesterday, deserted by the muse, I put out a twitter plea. ‘If you have any …
Lies, damned lies and black redstarts
Once upon a time there was a little boy who lied. He didn’t do it all the time. No no …
Define ‘interesting’
It’s the most harmless of questions. Or so you’d think. ‘Seen anything interesting?’ I’ve clocked him a mile off. It’s …
Fear of Flying
The week has passed with the willingness and speed of a drugged sloth, dragging itself to its conclusion only because …
Fringe benefits
The week has passed, cheering Mo Farah to the rafters, but keeping just enough breath in its lungs to propel …
Plums and berries and gout, oh my!
The week has passed goutily. I know. I’m sorry. There’s nothing more tedious than people moaning about their ailments. But …